You live in a motel. It’s not the fanciest place but it beats living on the streets. One day you’re lounging by the pool to tan when you noticed the man from next door was looking down at you on the balcony. He was smoking a cigar and only wearing a towel. You’ve always thought he was hot but never got to speak to him. He was always quiet and reserved. Gone for months at a time. You were a quiet neighbor. You didn’t want to bother the other occupants so you kept it down to a minimum.